She took longer than you would usually expect to reply, but by her reaction, she clearly didn’t get the implied sarcasm. Well, not really sarcasm, but you meant it to sound that way, mostly so she didn’t worry. Well, that plan’s down the ablution trap now. You type back.
GA: A Stupid Mistake
GA: Nothing To Be Worried About
GA: I Had To
GA: Finish Something
GA: And I Got Sloppy
GA: Silly Me Right
At this point you really have no idea what your emotions are doing, or rather why they are causing you to cry. It was a matter of sense and self-preservation. He had to die, it wasn’t your fault, you were protecting yourself and those around you by ending his life.
Why was he able to wound you so much though?
Why didn’t you finish him off like the wild animal you say he is?
GA: Can We Talk
And at that, you curl your legs up on top of your chair and wait. You can’t bring yourself to type anymore.
Something’s seriously wrong, you can tell, but it’s rather difficult for you to gauge her tone right now, especially when she isn’t making a direct reference to what actually happened.
TT: Kanaya, you can't continue to make oblique references to this mysterious event, or I won't be able to help to any degree.
TT: Can you tell me what's wrong, and how I can help? I'm happy to talk, but first I need to know what I can do for you.
You type back worriedly and as quickly as you’ve heard her piece, trying to make sure she knows that you’re here for her if she needs it. And it looks to be like she really needs it.
